Meenas PoemsRegret what you have said in rash
not his cup of tea at all
he speaks with a shout and a dash
always his way in a call.
Goes he with a smile and tease
when he himself is to be fleeced
behaves in a manner most egoistic
never he has shown stoic.
He is with so many defaults
harbinger of countless faults
poses himself to be godly
a blower of his own trumpet 
sadly..
What makes most noise? quoth the master,
An empty drum was the collective answer,
ay ! Nay cried the stupid Reva,
It is I who can talk loud ,
Not at all ! shouted Payya,
It is only I who can talk louder,
There arose a jarring shout,
Each one shrieking at the top of their voice,
Reva speaking in double throated ease,
His vocal cord cracking like a broken metal,
Payya uttering senseless brag
Liking himself to Socrates,
Reva and Payya set ablaze the thoughts,
With their incoherence and irrelevance,
Giving no ears to others,
Chanting incessantly their foolish tunes,
Extolling their wealth and their praise,
Thus exposing their ignorance, ,
Leaving a cesspool of mire and dust,
In the version of their lies and tries,
Failing miserably in the eyes of all,
As destitute crooks and cranks.
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